The bright blue skies,
The hard dusty road.
A wood panneled shack,
A red-brick abode.
The town is crying,
From these hard times.
If inequaltiy,
Poorness,
And sad children's eyes.
The blacks are suppressed,
By the "Superior" whites,
In this once happy town,
Racism has become a deadly strife.
In this prettied up town,
Sercrets abound.
In this sad little niche,
This awful, sorrowful ditch,
It is screaming for justice,
It is screaming for peace.
-Tori
Part IV
The bright blue skies,
The hard dusty road.
A wood panneled shack,
A red-brick abode.
The town is crying,
From these hard times.
If inequaltiy,
Poorness,
And sad children's eyes.
The blacks are suppressed,
By the "Superior" whites,
In this once happy town,
Racism has become a deadly strife.
In this prettied up town,
Sercrets abound.
In this sad little niche,
This awful, sorrowful ditch,
It is screaming for justice,
It is screaming for peace.
-Tori
Mr T disregard this link, its danas race project so she can get it at home(: